I like that the writing feels… so real within her thoughts and yet not totally an incomprehensible stream of consciousness. I hate that there a times where I empathize with her first introduction to college. The girls snickering and asking her silly questions and then laughing. Being handed a drink and not be told what’s in it. Feeling so incredibly… odd and strange and wanting to fit in but all the while suspicious “why are they laughing at me?” And then bringing a boy back to the room without a heads up. If you voice it as a boundary violation, you’re called a prude but it truly is a discombobulating experience. That said, it doe not justify turning cruel. I hate that I can’t totally hate her but I do… and yet I understand? And then, I remember her racism, homophobia, etc… good job Caro